Chapter 96 - 96: A thief on the road (1/2)
With a few quick steps, Lambert approached the archer as it was preparing another arrow to force him to retire.
Lambert came into arms reach of the skeleton archer just as it was about to loos its second arrow but with a swift movement of his hand, he pushed the bow to the side, resulting in the arrow flying off in the distance to go and ruin somebody else's day.
Grabbing the bow Lambert easily disarmed the skeleton, with a literal sense included as the poor undead arm was still clutching the bow with its deathly grip while unfortunately no longer being attached to the skeleton.
”Oh, damn Sorry about that”, Lambert said as he shook the bow trying to get the boneless arm to let go of it.
The skeleton didn't take this sitting down thought as used its other arm to slap at lambert.
PA!
With a resounding sound, the hand made contact with Lamberts left arm, doing absolutely no harm to the old paladin.
”Now I know you're mad, I would be too if somebody took my arm, but there is no need to be so violent, it's just an arm and I'm sure it will be reattached as soon as I put it in the right place, but That is not going to happen as long as it is holding this weapon of mass destruction.”
PA!...
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Pa!...
PA!... Crack!
With a final blow, the brittle bones of the skeleton archer could no longer sustain the impact of the blows and its hand shattered into pieces.
”Now look what you went and did. See Violence never solves a problem it only makes things worst. I could still fix the arm but the hand, there is no hope.”
Lambert gently placed his hand on the skeleton's shoulder as it was still watching its broken hand with some sort of confusion.
”Don't worry my fleshless friend at least you still have Mr. Righty”, Lambert said cheerfully as showed the skeleton its right hand that was still gripping the bow.
The skeleton threw back its head and opened its mouth as if to scream but sadly, vocal its cords must have corroded centuries ago since the only sound it made was that of bone moving against each other. Finishing its war cry the skeleton Archer rushed at Lambert and slammed its head against Lambert's ċhėst resulting in its untimely death.
”Well that's a shame he was such a cheerful fella,” Lambert said out loud as he watched at the pile of bones lying at his feet. ”Well guess I should probably get going, no knowing when the Roman wannabes are going to show up.
Turning around Lambert continued following the road. 'Wonder what Falkreath looks like, I hope it isn't the same shitty little town with the small graveyard. I remember it bȧrėly being bigger than Riverwood, which is basically just a mill, or at least I think, can't remember that good what it looked like.'
Suddenly from out of the bushes, a woman wearing brown leather armor wielding two steel daggers ran out in front of Lambert, she stood straight in front of him almost as if trying to look intimidating, Lambert found it quite amusing as she could bȧrėly be said to be 1.6 m while he stood a towering 2m.
”I don't want to shed any blood, so give me all the gold ya got and we both walk away happy.”
Lambert gave the small woman one more once over before asking amusedly,” Do you honestly think that you would be able to beat me.”
”Size isn't evrything, and you are unarmed so if you don't want me to cut that pretty fa... never mind give up or bleed!”
The little thief was clearly losing patience with Lambert.
Holding out his hand Lambert summoned his sword of light, or at least he tried but nothing happened. ”Well this is unexpected”, Lambert said as he stared at his hand.
”What, never seen a stubborn Nord woman!”
”No, when I came here I knew something was different about me, just never expected my connection to the light to be blocked, whoever did this would have to be powerful beyond compare and at the same time have a bad sense of humor, taking away the Grand Paladins power over light and healing.”, Lambert spoke seriously.